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School is seeming quite pointless. I'm getting my ethic back, and I'm working hard, but I'm getting the distinct feeling that my classes are divided into those that will be useful, and those that will not. Latin, driving, english, and possibly history, might be useful. At the moment however, Chem, math, and anthro are seeming less than useful. And I'm probably lying about english. English is really fun, and fox-good is teh. But I'm not learning much that's essential, except the research paper.
IB is more pointless than any of my classes though. Rigor. Hah.
I'm still thinking a lot about Katie, and more about Jessi and her family. I cant really say what I want to say, I've tried. I can only hope that Jessi understands how I feel without the words.
However, in some sense, I keep trying. I'm calling her every day. I hope I dont come off as annoying.
Vicky gave me a letter. It is very very sweet, and I worry that she holds me to a standard which I can never fullfill. She likes me a lot, and I dont want to hurt her. I think that I will ask her out. I'm still a bit cattywumpus emotionally, but I think she understands. Hopefully things will work out, she's very pretty and smart, but shy.
I need to write. I haven't written in a long time, except a little bit about a dream I had.
I talked to sarah gilbert about god. I guess what it comes down to is that I can't both be angry at, and not believe in, a god. We also talked about heaven. The two topics were rather distinct, seeing as I dont believe in god, and I dont want to, but I dont believe in heaven, but I want to. I described what I think heaven should be, and I think we both liked it.
I might post that dream. it involves my view of heaven, which I think is beautiful.
I'm going to wear my suit, for what may be it's final voyage, this weekend in colorado. I will have worn each piece of that suit more in this month, than ever before.
IB is more pointless than any of my classes though. Rigor. Hah.
I'm still thinking a lot about Katie, and more about Jessi and her family. I cant really say what I want to say, I've tried. I can only hope that Jessi understands how I feel without the words.
However, in some sense, I keep trying. I'm calling her every day. I hope I dont come off as annoying.
Vicky gave me a letter. It is very very sweet, and I worry that she holds me to a standard which I can never fullfill. She likes me a lot, and I dont want to hurt her. I think that I will ask her out. I'm still a bit cattywumpus emotionally, but I think she understands. Hopefully things will work out, she's very pretty and smart, but shy.
I need to write. I haven't written in a long time, except a little bit about a dream I had.
I talked to sarah gilbert about god. I guess what it comes down to is that I can't both be angry at, and not believe in, a god. We also talked about heaven. The two topics were rather distinct, seeing as I dont believe in god, and I dont want to, but I dont believe in heaven, but I want to. I described what I think heaven should be, and I think we both liked it.
I might post that dream. it involves my view of heaven, which I think is beautiful.
I'm going to wear my suit, for what may be it's final voyage, this weekend in colorado. I will have worn each piece of that suit more in this month, than ever before.